"Let. Me. Go," I ordered, keeping my voice as cold and authoritative as possible.
"Aw, but princess," Freddy cooed, pinning me to the bed with his weight against my body alone, "It was me that you kissed, remember?"
"Yeah, to get Fred back," I retorted.
"So you didn't like it?" his lips curled into a knowing grin, "I don't like being lied to," I could feel his hot breath on my ear, the hairs on my neck rising, "I could feel you..."
My knee-jerk reaction was literal, the abrupt force to his groin causing his body to bend. Momentarily, he lost control of his position, allowing me to push him off. As I flipped onto my stomach to begin crawling away though, he grabbed a chunk of my hair and yanked my head backward.
"You little bitch!" he growled, sinking his claw into my arm and pulling me onto my spine again, giving one final shove so that I laid down.
I expected him to keep yelling or attacking, but as I set eyes on him once more, watching him stand there with his chest heaving...I saw his expression slowly soften...
"Fred?" I breathed, assuming he was returning.
"No," the demon whispered, vision not directly on me; he was staring blankly.
Furrowing my brow, I cautiously inched onto my side, then up to sit on the floor, "Are you...are you okay?"
My gaze fell up and down his form. He didn't look any different than usual...his skin was just as charred, clothes as dirty. It was definitely Freddy, yet the energy about him felt strange. He was confused, a little considerate, even. Maybe he was now fighting Fred instead of the other way around. I opened my mouth to say something else, but he beat me to speaking.
"Why don't you love me?" his face contorted into one of a hurt puppy...no, worse: a tortured soul.
"I..." I tried to formulate a response while beginning to stand.
The demon was on me in an instant, forcing me against a wall he had to have just called upon, and clutching his hand around my throat. Clicking his blades beside my head, his lips became a snarl that awkwardly dropped as he studied me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but even if I had anything to say, I couldn't due to how tightly he was gripping my esophagus. Although I had been able to keep a steady flow of air, albeit barely, it was getting harder with each breath. His eyes turned critical and malicious like his usual self, but he had to have seen the desperation in my own as my mind attempted deciphering just what the hell was going on.
The man smashed his mouth into mine, my lips not parting for him at first. However, when I felt his fingers loosen around my neck, I kissed him back. I was entirely intrigued by his inquiry: Why don't you love me? The words had been repeating in my brain ever since he'd said it along with my counter-ask: Why did he care?
It was my understanding that the Slasher was comprised of the darkest parts of Fred. This side had come to life because it was the only way his mind could figure out to save him from the cruel treatment he'd undergone. The young Krueger didn't believe he was strong enough to do anything about his situation, so he had allowed Freddy to take control. Over the years when he'd needed the help, the Slasher would come, eventually gaining enough power that he acted contrary to Fred's will. I could only imagine how much more difficult that had become for my poor boyfriend when his other personality had made a deal with the dream demons...
There was that word again...I wasn't quite used to referring to him that way... The man had dropped his hand to my chest as we continued to kiss. It was odd feeling him grope my breasts as his knives strummed threateningly next to my ear. I was definitely conflicted. In one sense, he was technically my boyfriend granted he was the worst fragment that had been amplified to make him even worse than he really was. On the other hand, he was evil and had already fucked my life up...
As I got used to his touch, which was much rougher compared to how Fred had been, I found myself slowly starting to explore him. Despite it being the same body and technically the same person, it felt as if I was cheating with someone completely new. I tried to remember that it wasn't betrayal and that I had to work with Freddy as well, in order to get a proper handle on this entire mess. Nonetheless, it was hard to deny the thoughts... I didn't realize that I had remained naked below this whole time until his knee had begun pressing in between my thighs, pushing upward so firmly that I knew the leftover moisture had to be soaking his jeans. Why had he dressed himself, but not me? Nevermind, I probably didn't want to know.
My mind kept fighting with the ethics of this little affair, but what I couldn't deny was that either way...his motions were still arousing. With the final decision that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing, I grabbed his chest and pushed harder into him. Thinking he would be glad for my consent, it threw me off when he growled and rammed me back into the wall, simultaneously tearing my hands from him and pinning them over my head.
"I know how to make you love me," he rasped, face void of emotion until gradually a devious smile spread across it.
Suddenly, his body dropped from standing before me, taking my hands with him so that he held them in his, beside my hips as he knelt in front of me. My head tilted downward and his up, the two of us gazing at each other for a few moments. His expression remained confident, teasing me in my baffled state and apparently very amused with how I was reacting... My palms sweat as he dug fingernails into one, blades cutting into the other as well as my wrist. The demon flitted his sight away from mine and back, to make me acknowledge the fact that his head was directly in front of my crotch. I emitted a small gasp as my brain finally caught up to his plan.
"Freddy, don't-" I began, only to have the man's hold strengthen to the point I winced with pain, yet just for a second as he simultaneously jolted forward, opening his mouth and slicking his tongue across the split in my mound.
I hadn't ever had someone go down on me, neither had I really thought too terribly much about it. I'd heard some people say how good it felt and others complain about it being gross. Unable to pull out of his grip, I realized I was going to find out firsthand my own thoughts since it seemed Freddy wasn't accepting no for an answer, not that I wasn't curious...
The demon had slunk farther into the ground, letting his chin creep underneath me more, so that I could see his eyes slanted upward toward me. He continued to lick my lower lips, forcing his tongue so that it wriggled between them, finally hitting my clit which was still over-sensitized from the recent orgasm. It was impossible to keep from moaning when he massaged me in this way. The best way I could describe it was the flirtatious expectation of a French kiss with the full connection of actual penetration.
Freddy continued to lap in small, sloppy circles that didn't allow me to do anything except tense, holding my breath in anticipation as small sighs of pleasure slipped through my lips. My eyes fought to stay open, attempting to focus on his every move since each second, I could feel less and less other than the tingling lust below. My knees kept buckling, causing me to fall onto his face every so often until he used his shoulders to nudge my legs over them to rest. I barely picked up that he'd occasionally chuckle and cut his blades deeper into my flesh. I was sure that I was bleeding, but my vision was too foggy to put together any such details.
Making me orgasm appeared to be his goal. However the selflessness of the action was far out of character for a psychotic child killer so I questioned if that was really all he had in store. Nonetheless, there wasn't anything to be done except go with it, so I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the amazing feeling of his lips sucking at my labia and his saliva coating my clit as his tongue danced aggressively within and without me. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could come again, but Freddy wasn't giving up.
Loosening first his claw from my wrist, he scratched down my hip to my mound, and then down my inner thigh. Slowly, the knives dug into my skin; I didn't imagine the 'pop' of my leg giving way under the points of his gloves, or the gush of blood that flew out with the fresh wounds. My moaning became a cry then and the demon removed himself from my groin just enough for me to hear his devious laugh before rapidly jumping back into his work. He finally let go of my other hand, his fingers rushing to my vagina and not even hesitating in its motion as he jammed two of them inside my entrance. I suppose the oral was enough foreplay in his mind...
Normally, the abrupt movement would have hurt, but due to all the recent activity down there with Fred and now him, it only surprised me. Otherwise I was well lubricated and my walls weren't as tight as normal. The demon didn't cease eating me as his fingers twisted around each other inside, and pulled in and out in a rapid, powerful motion. His claw had left my thigh and reached around, clutching and cutting my ass as the muscles in my legs tensed and held firmly around his head.
I could feel the winding that led up to release, but the actual relief snuck up on me, keeping me unsure that it had happened until my eyelids drooped and my body fell into tremor-like aftershocks of the experience. And still, he kept pounding his fingers into me and lapping up all of the newly renewed wetness.
"Fr-Freddy!" I begged quietly.
Surprisingly, he pulled out and removed his face from in between my legs and looked up at me. His burns were gone, his eyes were blue and full of bewilderment. I couldn't place the exact emotion on his face, but more than anything, I was certain he was trying to figure out how he was feeling himself. I felt his claw leave my rump as both his hands took gentle hold of the outside of my thighs. Carefully supporting me as he inched out of his position to stand, Fred made sure I was able to reach my feet again on my own.
At last, the man stepped away from me, his eyes on the ground, "What did you...I mean why..."
"Fred," my voice was breathy as my lungs heaved attempting to regain a steady rhythm, "I'm not sure..."
Quickly spinning around, he placed frightened, glossy orbs on me, "It has to be some sort of trick. He-he's trying to turn you against me or...or trying to make you feel sorry for him so he can use you."
I had managed to calm myself, but the man in front of me had started pacing, his words were rushed, a sign he wasn't thinking clearly, "Fred, it's okay. If he is up to something, have a little more faith in me. I'm not letting my guard down so easily."
I walked forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, urging him to face me, which he did. However, he instantly glanced past me, vision narrowing as if he was focused on something so I, too, rotated to look. Shit fucking shit.
"Oh you must be Fred! I didn't mean to interrupt anything," the girl's bubbly tone remained weird to see coupled with her stoic demeanor.
"Naya! You need to get out of here," I warned, yet she continued approaching.
"And you need to put some clothes on," if she was capable of laughing, I'm sure she would have then as her eyes glanced down at my nakedness.
"Oh!" I almost squeaked, folding one leg over the other and moving my hands in an attempt to hide myself. Just as I did, though, fresh pants materialized on my legs.
"Is she one of the patients?" the man's voice was low, his eyes glued to my friend.
I nodded, "I saw her at the end of my dream the last time I was here," I admitted, "I thought it was just because she was waking me up."
Fred kept staring at her and Naya at him which was extremely odd on her end, considering she wasn't one for eye contact.
"What's going on, you two?" I wondered aloud, cautiously making my way to stand at both their sides. And for once, the girl wasn't the first to babble.
"I can normally sense when he is hungry, but..." the man's head cocked to the side, "She isn't registering as food..."
Naya seemed pleased with the assessment as she lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers in a girlish wave before slithering her head back and forth in a sort of contented dance.
"Could he be toying with you? Or perhaps he has weakened?" I suggested, looking to Fred.
"No. I can still sense him. His anger and his hunger... He's even aware she's here and yet nothing in him...cares...nothing wants to do anything about her," he explained.
"What does that mean?" I asked, eyes on Naya who had returned to her typical behavior, her sight darting all around while she studied her surroundings.
"I don't know," the man finally turned to me, "But I don't like it. As you know, he's not the kind to ignore...well, anything."
"What about you?" I questioned the girl.
"Nah," she shrugged, "Imma go explore some."
"No, wait," I fought the urge to physically pull her back, but she stopped herself anyway, "Let's stay together," I smiled at her then turned to Fred, "And not jump to any conclusions."